It was a rare treat that Johnny's family got to eat out. Money was short, even with each of them working. Living in the husk of Calgary did not afford the niceties that his Father swore there once was.
They had just left Vespucci’s, heading home with full bellies and tired eyes. The evening shower of snow caught the warm orange lights that lined the city streets, making everything look straight out of a romance flick.
Johnny marveled at it. He always loved the snow, it brought him back to some of the few happy memories he had: sledding, snow-ball fights...
Something warm splashed against the back of his neck, running down to his shirt. He reached back to wipe it away, assuming his mom had spilled her decaf. He expected chocolate brown when he brought his fingers back, but found darkened streaks of blood, steam still rising from the heat. His mother screamed the kind of scream he had only heard one other time, when he had to inform an unfortunate woman that she was now a widow.
He turned on a dime, only to meet the blood-red slitted eyes of a Nasyk wielding a jagged bloodied dagger and a gauntlet studded with stun-bolts and arcing with electricity. Johnny was struck by the gauntlet— sending him reeling backwards. Stun-needles sank into his cheek, pulsing with enough power to send him twitching to the ground.
Johnny could only move his eyes, it was all his rage could afford him. He could not scream, he could not fight, he could only watch. The Nasyk loomed, eyeing Johnny through a mask that resembled an angry, needle-filled grin. The Nasyk wasn't there for him, that was made clear by the still gurgling form of his father. Blood flowed like a brook from his father’s neck, melting the snow and pooling in the street.
The Nasyk was as silent as the night, claws pulling down its mask to reveal a smile as wicked as what covered it. Johnny stared at the Nasyk, and the Nasyk glared right back. An ember of malice roared into an inferno between their gazes.
Johnny felt his end approaching, pained eyes following the Nasyk's jagged bloody knife as it raised. The final blow did not come, instead, the Nasyk hinted at what was to come, licking his father's blood from the blade with a sickening grin of satisfaction.
The Nasyk sheathed his blade, hefted the choking body of his father over his shoulder, and strode away. Johnny was left to scream in anger and agony, only to have it come out as choked whimpers and sobbing.
Johnny relived his mothers horrible screams a week later, when the local police informed them that she was a widow, and that only his fathers bones could be found.
This is such a well-written article, Barron. I love Johnny's story, especially him coming to terms with his hate of other sophonts. You've also used the Hero Forge figures so well. I like the uncoloured ones that represent statues. :D
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I have to give Ademal a ton of credit on the statue one. She was the one who helped me get the colors all right and the idea for the double pose of him and Orlyn! I'm really glad you liked it! It means a lot, cause I certainly put the heart into this one!